[ It only takes a moment for her brain to catch up with her body. When Zelda realizes what she's just done, she immediately drops his wrist. The panic that briefly overtook her expression vanishes, replaced with embarrassment over the faux pax she has just committed. ]

My apologies.

[ The look of panic that briefly overtook her expression fades into embarrassment and self consciousness over the faux pax she just committed. Zelda tucks her arm back under the jacket he kindly (gentlemanly, even), placed over her shoulders as she regards him. ]

But please do not go.

[ The princess draws in a deep breath and exhales it slowly, trying to settle all of her emotions.

While she was grappling with all of Sheik's revelations, Zelda hadn't realized how her silence was affecting him. There's a line of tension in his features, subtle but detectable by one with a sharp eye. It's not just the strangeness of their situation that is troubling him, but the way his words might have impacted her. ]

I assure you that you have not burdened me. I am simply... surprised to hear that you hail from so dark a period in Hyrule's history. [ And she feels safe in her guess that Sheik's Hyrule is sometime in her kingdom's very distant past. Otherwise how could he not know of Calamity Ganon? ]

That is, I know that Hyrule has not always been a peaceful place, but reading about periods of strife in historical records is not the same as meeting someone who has suffered those times.

[ She pauses, looking from Sheik to the stone bench nearby and back again. It is a wordless invitation—nay, expectation—that he will follow her. Then she goes to take a seat and rest her trembling legs before they give out under the weight of Sheik's experiences. ]